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Being openly married and out to the faithful fans of japans pro-hero’s definitely wasn’t the easiest choice they could’ve made for themselves.
It came with the snarky remarks with every interview they participated in. It came with horrid headlines the moment they were caught out in public. It came with the constant threat to their jobs when their popularity wavered, jumping up five places and then instantly going down ten the moment a photo of them kissing got sent around on twitter.
The photo was taken through their window, when they were in the comfort of their shared home.
It left Katsuki with a lot of mean things to say the next day on national television. It left Kirishima busy for two weeks, exhausted from trying to clean up the mess while also doing horrid PR in hopes to bring back fan favourability.
“Couldn’t you have kept your mouth shut for one interview? Maybe less threats and more apologizing?”
Kirishima spoke, exasperated and done with the day as a whole. sighing as he struggled to unlock their apartment door, he gave up and handed the keys to Katsuki.
“Apologize?! Apologize for what? Kissing you, loving you, marrying you? Is that it- are you ashamed of us?”
Bakugo yelled back at his husband, scowling as he threw the door open, huffing as he stomped in. Shoes were flown through the air, and coats were trashed on the floor.
Kirishima dropped their groceries on the kitchen counter top, placing his phone face down on the couch as he scowled.
There was probably a photo of them shopping together already going around, but he could worry about that when their agencies call.
“…don’t be stupid, Kat. I wouldn’t risk my job for someone I’m ashamed of.”
He spoke harshly, looking down at his Dynamight socks, frowning as he crossed his arms.
“You’re just… you’re making my job harder. The people online? I can take them on, no biggie. The shitty interviewers? I don’t mind shoving their microphones away. But when my own husband goes around and starts spewing bullshit for the whole world to hear, I can’t do much about that.”
“…Kiri. I’m not sorry.”
“I know, Kats. It’s alright.”
They’ve both let their voices die down into whispers, then to murmurs as their bodies moved around the home in rhythm, cleaning quietly as their murmurs died down into silence.
Kirishima signaled he was finished by sitting down on the couch, sulking as he lowered his gaze to the floor. The apartment was now dim and depressing. All the windows in their apartment are now covered with curtains, making sure nothing they do in their home gets out, and no peeping eyes come in.
“Kiri. Sweet boy.”
Katsuki moves to sit next to Kirishima, rolling his eyes as his husband stayed pouting.
“…I’d never let them talk bad about you, okay…? It- it pisses me off, makes me mad n’ shit. Hurts my heart when they call you names or… or question how good you are as a hero…”
Kirishima didn’t respond verbally. His shoulders relaxed, his pout softened, and his hands dropped from a closed fist to an open palm. Katsuki took this to his advantage, intertwining their fingers.
“I do love you, Kiri. M’ sorry okay? Fine, there, I said it. I’m sorry for all the bullshit I caused just- please say something.”
“…thought you weren’t sorry, huh?”
He spoke, smiling warmly as he moved to kiss the top of Bakugos hair, inhaling the naturally sweet smell of his husband. Katsuki almost giggles, relaxing his whole body into his husbands, closing his eyes as he mumbles back,
“…I’d never be sorry for loving you, Eiji.”
They kiss comfortably for the first time since they got married.
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Katsuki is fixing an old camera, sitting with his knee up to his cheek, resting it on the hard bone rather comfortably.
Kirishima is filing reports on the other side of the dining table, his cheek choosing his palm to rest on.
It was a peaceful day. Neither one of them had patrol today, and there wasn’t anything unsavory to take care of, so Katsuki decided to take the thoughts running around in his head for a walk.
“We’ve been married for five months now.”
“That we have, KitKat.”
“You’re still a Kirishima. I’m still a Bakugo.”
“That we are, KitKat.”
“You’re such a piece of shit, you know?”
Eijirou snorted, covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh, “sorry, sorry! I’m listening!” He spoke out, his voice muffled behind his hand.
“I just- fuck. Just wanted to know what we were doing.”
“About our last names?”
Katsuki nodded, looking inside the camera, frowning at the dust and grime.
“…why haven’t we changed them yet..? Are you worried about something…?”
“What? No, not really.”
Kirishima spoke back calmly, pressing his pen down into the paper, the smell of undried ink filling his nose. It had a shine once applied to the paper, only drying once he blew on it a couple times.
“Not really? What’s keeping you from flat out saying no?”
Eijirou thought for a moment, shrugging as he replied, “…we’ve never really talked about it. Besides… everyone already knows the names we have now, if we change them, I doubt they’d change to the public eye.”
“I don’t care about the public, Eiji. Our marriage isn’t some- PR stunt!”
At that, it seemed like Kirishima finally woke up.
He blinked once, then twice more, then three times again.
“…shit, m’ sorry- oh, KitKat, we can change our names whenever you want. I just thought you’d- want to keep your name, or something.…”
Katsuki shook his head, dropping the screwdriver as he goes to pick up the new batteries for the camera.
“I barely have any allegiance to my name. I love my parents, but I love you more. I want your last name.”
He put the batteries in, taking in the silence.
He paused, and then he turned red in an instant. He let out a surprised noise, looking up with wide eyes as he stammered out,
“O-or you can- fuckin’ take my last name- it’s not like I care! Jus’ a stupid last name…-“
Laughing, Eijirou brought his hands to his torso, his shoulders shaking and his smile wide.
“Oh Kats! You’re so cute! You want my last name that bad, huh?”
Eijirous husband got up from his chair, punching him in the shoulder before sitting back down, twiddling his fingers.
He whispered softly,
“Katsuki Kirishima doesn’t sound so bad.”
Eijirou smirked with a raised brow, crossing his arms,
“Eijirou Bakugo doesn’t sound too horrid either.”
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For the sake of everyone in the hospital, Bakugo refrained from screaming. He was sitting in the lobby, gauntlets dropping heavy onto the tiled floor as his eyes stayed wide open, horror crashing like waves in his red irises.
He was covered in blood, and it stank. Any normal civilian waiting in the lobby decided to sit on the other side of the room, little groups of them staring and whispering as Bakugos chest rose up and down erratically.
He wanted to fight, he wanted to push and shove and whine, he wanted to cry.
The two nurses next to him looked mortified. One was covering her mouth and speaking to the other with a shaky voice, looking like she was about to run off and hide, while the other nurse tried to persuade him to get his wounds checked out. Both were fuzzy static in the back of his head, his focus on everything that went shit just in one morning.
Bakugo had been demanding their agencies assign them a join patrol for ages, so really, was it wrong to say it was his fault?
They had finally gotten clearance, and set out at the crack ass of dawn. Yawning as he put his headgear on, Eijirou spoke,“You think we’re gonna do something cool today? Wanna impress our fans a bit, yknow!”
Katsuki let out an amused hah, shaking his head as he moved ruffle his husbands Red hair, “well, Ei, you better keep your eyes open!”
“Wha- hey! My hair is important! It’s my image, you can’t ruin it!”
They laughed and even played. Eijirou threw big rocks towards Katsuki, who blew them up almost instantly.
They spent hours together, checking out buildings and even taking photos with two little boys dressed as RedRiot and Dynamight.
Katsuki had looked away for a single moment, he swore it was only two seconds, before his husbands fate was given to him in the gut.
A villain had pierced his weapon straight through RedRiots side, leaving the hero shocked and shaking.
“K-Kat…?”
The weapon tore itself out of his side, and blood splattered all over katsuki. His husbands blood, his lover, his partner.
It took him ten minutes to catch up to the bastard. He blew up buildings and cars, throwing explosion after explosion towards the man who decided to become a world class idiot that day. Katsuki caught up to him and smacked him in the neck, hard. It took him fifteen more to beat the fucker black and blue. The extra five minutes were purely for his enjoyment. The sound of pleading and bones breaking brought his brain down to a more quiet level.
Once the man had become unidentifiable, the blonde deemed the torture to be enough. He dragged himself off the broken body, sniffing and yelling to the world as he ran back to the pool of red.
Halfway there he began to incoherently scream prayers, his body feeling like bricks as he stomped over the mess his quirk left in its wake.
He dropped to his knees, shaking as he
Sobbed. He cradled eijirous head, his sweet boy covered in grime and blood.
the red eyes looking at katsuki felt dim, lacking the warm glow they always had no matter the situation. “…J-Jesus.. you’re jus’ a firecracker h-huh, Kats?…” His smile was weak, but it was there. His sharp teeth shined through the blood around his mouth
“Oh god- shut up, shh… don’t, don’t speak right now Ei. It’ll be fine, it’ll be okay, yeah?” There were sirens and screeching tires coming to quick stops near their ears. It gave katsuki the goosebumps. The sounds were vile, and they warned of problems. A group of people grabbed at Kirishima, their hands looked dirty and their eyes looked judgmental. Another group of people pulled bakugo away, much to his hearts dismay.
“Let me go with him! Let me go, please!?”
They didn’t let him leave for an hour. He begged for the first time in his life, but he got no good response. They forced him to sit and answer questions with the police, before eventually letting him go when they realized he would’ve been more excited to chew granite.
“What did the perpetrator look like?”
“Suck my dick.”
“Did he appear to be under the influence of quirk enhancers?”
“I’ll fuck your dad, bitch.”
“…okay, dynamight. Looks like we’re done for the day, huh?”
He ran to hospital the minute they let him go. He had to fight just to be allowed in.
“That’s my husband you piece of shit! Let me in, or so help-“
“Mr. Dynamight please, you are causing more trouble for yourself and RedRiot if you continue to act so rash! He is currently being checked over, he cannot have any visitors. I’m sorry.”
That’s how katsuki ended up in the lobby. All the voices around him felt hazy, the only sound making it through to his ears being the soft buzzing of the fluorescent lights above him.
He hated hospitals, so so much.
The colour of his eyeballs now matched his iris, his body was coated in blood. Most of it was the villain’s, and the rest was Ei’s.
His heart was rocking itself back and forth, soothing itself with small whispers of reassurance.
He was okay, he was at a hospital. They could help him here, they’re going to help him here.
Two loving parents rush in, tears in the mother’s eyes and worry all over the father’s face.
He locks eyes with the mother, and his heart stops itself, practically flatlining.
The Kirishimas. Great, lovely even.
Usually Mrs. Kirishima would prefer to keep their chats to a minimum, but today she runs towards him and pleads,
“What happened to him, Katsuki- what have you gotten him into?!”
He’s learned to take less things to heart overtime, learning how to with a happy boy right by his side. This however, was cruel.
“H-how- fuck… how dare you? I saved your son, he’s in the hospital now, ain’t he?”
The expletive came with a harsh cough, groaning as he stood up, looking down at them.
“…have they said anything to you?”
A much kinder voice came out from Eijirou’s father. At that, he responded with less venom.
“…no. Jus’ that they won’t let me in.”
They all stand together in silence. Katsuki sniffles occasionally, rubbing away a stray tear. It doesn’t really help, It just gets more blood on his face.
“…are you alright, dear?” She’s never been fond of Katsuki, he knows that all too well. But, no matter what, he’s her son now too.
“…m-m’ fine, jus’ scared… it was- all too much.” She’s nodding along, wiping his tears for him and patting his head.
“You’ve done good. He’ll make it out just fine, I’m sure of it.”
Katsuki smiled as he heard such kind words. Maybe she wasn’t a hag, after all.
The three of them sat together in the lobby for the next two hours.
Once that time had passed, katsuki decided he reeked too much of blood, and caved into the nurses pleas for a check up.
He got a change of clothes, a shower, and bandages for his cuts. It took about an hour, and when he was done, they still weren’t allowed in to visit Kirishima.
Mr. Kirishima was looking through an old magazine, the edges of each page yellowed and torn. Mrs. Kirishima was looking down at her lap, whispering soft prayers of a quick recovery for her son.
She had done the same thing when him and Ei announced they were getting married. At the start, he was angry at the gesture. He thought she was trying to pray their relationship away. Now, he’s just happy it didn’t work.
He doesn’t know what that means for the prayers she’s doing right now, but he hopes this is the one time she gets her prayers answered.
By hour six, a nurse comes back with a clipboard.
“…Hello, are you all the family of RedRiot?”
Each one of them nod in unison, their eyes wide and their mouths slightly opened.
“Well, he’s awake now, if you’d like to see him.” Katsuki stands up instantly, his shaking starting up again as him and his in laws follow the nurse through the hospital.
They’ve put Ei in a more quiet wing of the hospital, and katsuki is glad. He doesn’t do good with a whole lot of rustle and bustle.
“I’m glad it’s so quiet in here, poor boy never sleeps well if there’s even the faintest of noise.” Katsuki smiles at that. Looks like his husband has never changed.
The nurse bids them farewell outside a door labelled 439. He lets out a long exhale, before opening the door.
His mother in law runs in the moment the crack widens just enough for her to make it through, and she’s sobbing.
“My sweet boy! My angel! How could you scare me like that?!?”
His father in law chuckles, his warm hand is now on his shoulder, and they both walk in together.
His world stops spinning for a moment. There kirishima is, smiling with dozens of bandages all over his body and face. He looks like shit, but he also looks so happy.
Eijirou turns his head to the side and somehow, his smile grows even wider. Fuck, how was that possible?
“…Tsuki! I’ve missed you.”
He weeps at the edge of kirishimas hospital bed, alongside his mother in law.
He stays like that til Ei’s parents leave for the night.
“…cmon KitKat, you gotta get up!”
“No.”
“Why are you crying?”
“…are you stupid?”
“…No…?”
He rolled his eyes, standing up and dusting his pants off. He moves to lay on the hospital bed with Ei, playing with his red hair. “…you scared me, you fuck. And you left me with your annoying mom for god knows how long.”
Ei’s smile weakened as he sighed, looking down at his wedding band. “S’ not her fault katsu. She’s not used to this yet.”
Katsuki moved to bury his face in the other’s neck, groaning exaggeratingly.
“Well she better hurry up. You’re stuck with me forever.”
“…did you tell her-?” Eijirou whispered, his eyes shining with curiosity.
He huffed, shaking his head, “…nah. I didn’t want her to beat me to death.”
“But it’s not like you forced me! I wanted to change my last name!”
Katsuki groaned, crossing his arms like a petulant child, “she’d rip my head off if she found out her precious son was a bakugo now.”
Ei snorted, smiling as he closed his eyes, whispering a small, “I kinda like being Eijirou Bakugo.”
Katsuki smiled, kissing his husbands cheek, “yeah, I think it’s real cute.”
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“…Suki. m’ hungry.”
“Shut up eijirou.”